The last of the Hatmen

The last of the hat men is falling
Gone is the creased fedora brim elegantly hung above the brow
the smell of aqua velva and brute
clinging cigarette smoke and coffee

The last of the hat men is falling
Twice after we had shared a six pack and a bottle of bourbon
You tried to teach me the lessons you had learned
“Real men don't cry,”
”all women are crazy, but I think men make them that way”
”Don't rock the boat”
“it's all about family”

The last of the hat men has fallen
Did I learn the lessons I needed
How to feed your family when there isn't work,
when to stand my ground,
it's all about the family

The last of the hat men has fallen
I wanted to go to your funeral
Not to say good bye,
we had already done that a few months before.
But to show you that I had.